Thursday, 30 October 2014


The park is covered with fallen leaves. Her bench wet and cold, she sits and prays. A cold breeze swirls her hair. She waits

Tuesday, 7 October 2014




Dreamt a new city. Only parks and roads, nothing else. Her bench sitting proud at the top of the hill. Autumn yellow light flickers, a dog barks, she sits to read and nothing will ever bother her again.